Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 887

The woman's voice was shrill and loud, echoing through the conference room until, within moments, everyone had rushed out to see what the commotion was about.

"So you think you can just gang up on a woman because you've got numbers on your side?" she shouted. "Fine, I won't stoop to your level, but you'd better get Marguerite out here this instant!"

There was something oddly familiar about her voice, Marguerite realized, although she couldn't quite place it. And judging by the venom in the woman's tone, it was as if Marguerite had done her some unforgivable wrong. Marguerite racked her brain, but honestly, she couldn't think of anyone she'd made an enemy of recently.

Who could it be? She was at a loss.

Meanwhile, Silas lounged lazily in his leather chair, idly twirling a pen between his long fingers, looking completely at ease, almost amused by the chaos.

As Marguerite brushed past him, he shot her a sardonic look and muttered, "Well, looks like another debt collector has come knocking."

Marguerite's steps faltered for a split second. She shot him a glare, but didn't bother to reply-she just hurried from the room.

The hallway outside was crowded with onlookers. Marguerite couldn't immediately see who the woman was, but she called out anyway, her voice steady, "Let her

go."

At her command, the staff instinctively stepped aside, clearing a path for Marguerite. She lifted her gaze—and her heart skipped a beat. Standing there, disheveled and wild-eyed, was Daphne. Maurice's ex-wife.

No wonder her voice sounded familiar.

tussling with security. She was wearing pajamas, not a trace of makeup on her face. Marguerite clearly remembered how Daphne

the employees to return to the conference room, then

wanted to

Smack.

delivered a stinging slap across her cheek, cutting her off mid-sentence. Marguerite's face burned; she pressed her palm to her

nothing but a curse, Marguerite! Maurice took a bullet for you-he risked his life! And what did you do? You abandoned

to strike again, but this time, a strong arm shot out and stopped her cold. Daphne

Daphne spat,

Daphne didn't back down. She scoffed-and waved him off. "Who am I?

Silas off guard. He looked at Marguerite, his expression suddenly complicated. After a pause, he shrugged. "Whatever. You two sort it

why was Marguerite still involved? He

heard Silas's footsteps receding, but she knew he hadn't

with me to the hospital! Right now! You're going to take

hysterical,

in Marguerite's ears. "Daphne, let me

free herself, but Daphne

guards. They worked quickly to separate the women, and the guards immediately moved to escort

with wild abandon-gone was the poised, glamorous woman Marguerite had once known. As the guards half- dragged her away,